Breaking His Rules by Aliza Mann

Author:Aliza Mann
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Ashton

Some days were better than others. What classified them as such could be something minuscule. Other times what made them awesome was something a bit more monumental. Like when the most fit woman you’d ever met was leading you to her office in a dress so well-fitting you wondered if she’d sewn it onto her body. Never mind the slit in it, which made me believe in thighs again, rounded off with sky-high heels that made her bum sit perfectly. She had offered me everything I usually aspired to have in my nonrelationships. That would have to be enough. I was what was best for me and her, apparently.

As Terra led me out of the VIP section, grabbing my hand so I could follow her onto the floor through the mass of bodies pumping and grinding to one of Drake’s newest songs and undoubtedly over to the stairway to her office, I was not completely oblivious to the looks she garnered from other men. I tried my hardest to give every one of them a look that read back the fuck off. Most of them, at least the ones I could see, adhered to my warning and eye daggers, but there’s always someone who wants to challenge the alpha.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye and knew instinctually that something was up. He was hard to miss once you’d seen him before. I couldn’t recall his name off the top of my head, but it was him. The guy from yesterday was near the middle of the bar and seething. And heading in our direction.

I gently tugged on Terra’s hand to alert her to the seemingly determined squirt coming our way. That’s what my father used to call them. Squirts equaled pissant blokes who were all puffed up air and no actual substance beneath their inflated exterior. It was as if the term was created special, just for guys like him.

“Terra!” he yelled at the same time I pulled on her hand.

Okay. So, he hadn’t calmed down from the previous day. Still, I didn’t let go of her hand.

When she turned to face him, her eyes narrowed, it seemed, from my vantage point.

“He’s back,” I said, drawing her close to me so she could hear me over the music.

“Yeah.” I actually hadn’t heard her, but I was staring at her lips.

“I need to talk to you…about the money. I need it.” He was closer now, and louder than before. The music was still bouncing off the walls from the bass, but he was loud and obnoxious. He didn’t appear drunk, so clearly that was his normal persona. Something was definitely off about him, though.

When he got close enough to reach out and touch her, I took one step and was in front of her. I quickly let go of her hand and pushed her behind me. “Whoa there, mate. Why don’t you back up a bit? A little too close to…”

“Who the fuck are you, Frenchie?” His breath was rancid, like the breath of a drug user.

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